Easter

When first approached sweet Easter tide In vale and hollow, and deep hillside, So long the earth had held from aight lts precious blossoms, gay and bright ; So it seemed all might have said "They are not sleeping, they all are dead." Then earth gave forth its treasures sweet, And far and wide beneath the feet, In vale and hollow and steep hillside. Up sprang the signs of gay spring tide, To way as oit they since have said, "We were but sleeping, we were not dead." At that same time when far and wide, All nature thus had glorified The Easter day which first had come, There stood at rising ui the sim The Christ, wbo to his people said "I was but sleeping, I was not dead." Some time, though when we cannot aay, Shall dawn another Easter day, Au Easter tide, indeed 'twill be When all shall rise from land and sea To say, as He who first rose said, "We were but sleeping, we were not dead."